Four years ago, Lucy came into my life. I can remember her arrival like it was yesterday.
To put this day into perspective, first you must stare at the view below for four hours:
That's how long I sat in my chair out at the barn until I finally saw this:
This is the part where you start jumping up and down, race out to the gate, and have happy tears
start running down your face. We'll fast forward through the unloading and the listening to the transporter
who talked verrrry slowwwwly when all I wanted to do was send him on his way
so I could lead Lucy to the corral to meet her brothers.
She immediately dropped and rolled for a dust bath...
...then everybody checked each other out. All in all, it has been beautifully uneventful.
Lucy will stay on her side of the fence and the boys on their side for a few days, 'cause that's just the way I am,
but there has been no squealing or squabbling so far. Lucy is exploring the corral,
hoovering up any hay she finds, rolling in every fresh patch of dirt, and otherwise being adorable.
I know everybody is going to get along just fine.
Not sure what Hank was saying to Lucy here...
...but George did his best to eavesdrop.
Smooch wasn't quite sure what to make of Miss Lucy.
Alan and George literally could not take their eyes off her.
When Lucy got a good glimpse of the porcine princess, it was enough to make her spit out her drink.
Lucy: What in heaven's name is that??
George: You don't want to know.
George used Lucy's shock and awe over Wynonna to his advantage and tried to steal a kiss.
It was a pretty awesome day.